Shanghai morning

Later, Honda Ju still failed to get the portrait. No matter how much he lobbied, Ferry insisted on keeping the painting for himself and not selling it for a thousand dollars.Honda Ju can only give up, anyway, it is just a painting, the real person is beside him.Honda Ju asked Ferry to let him see the portrait once, and Ferry agreed, so Honda Ju finally saw the last portrait of Wang Yao.In the bright afternoon sun, Wang Yao sat leisurely by the window, but there was an indelible sadness on his face.The person in the painting seems to be living quietly in a beautiful world, unaware of and indifferent to the peeping eyes in front of the canvas, and no one can disturb his tranquility.Honda Ju suddenly understood why "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" has a fascinating charm. The most beautiful people will always live in the painting, living in that quiet and warm paradise.

"This is a masterpiece." Honda Ju praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you," Ferry laughed, "so you see, I'm really loathe to give it to anyone."

Is it okay to snatch the painting from Ferry just like that?It only took a second for Honda Ju to dispel this crazy idea. He realized that there are always some things in this world that he cannot get.

The Luther family left in a hurry, Luther and his brother had a disagreement, Gilbert wanted to go back to Germany, but Luther was not optimistic about the situation in Germany, he decided to take Roderich to Switzerland, and also hoped that Feliciano peers.Unexpectedly, Ferry refused, and he told Luther frankly: "Luther, I am very grateful to you for taking me in, but I am no longer a child who needs someone to take care of me. I want to go back to my hometown of Milan. I believe there will be more inspiration for me.”

No matter how Luther tried to persuade him to stay, Ferry was determined to go, so the family who had lived together for many years parted ways and went to three different countries.Ferry was unable to see Wang Yao again before departure, but Honda Ju sent him off as a friend. Out of some kind of selfishness, Honda Ju did not let Ferry see Wang Yao for the last time. Get Wang Yao's portrait and win the round.

During this period of time, Wang Yao has been under house arrest in that apartment. Honda Ju will spend all his spare time with him, like a good husband who comes home after work. Unfortunately, Wang Yao doesn't appreciate it, and still only looks at each other coldly. .After confirming that Wang Yao had no intention of escaping, Honda's restrictions on Wang Yao were relaxed a bit. Although Wang Yao was still locked in the room, Honda would satisfy all his requests—Wang Yao did not take the initiative to ask him. According to the request, Honda Ju will find out what Wang Yao needs based on his own observation, and then deal with it immediately. Objectively speaking, Wang Yao is well taken care of by him.In order to keep Wang Yao from feeling bored, Honda Ju took him out every now and then. Although Wang Yao didn't say anything, Honda Ju could see the joy in his eyes, just like a prisoner who has been imprisoned for a long time finally sees the scene outside the prison. The joy in the sky, the same look on the face of a death row prisoner before execution, Honda Ju remembered that the death row prisoner was called Yun Jian.

Honda Chrysanthemum has changed a male lover. Just like his previous lover, this man is also Chinese, and it is said that he is also the older brother of that old lover. This is interesting news, which satisfies some idlers and perverts sex hobby.Once, Honda Chrysanthemum took Wang Yao to a reception held by an elderly rich Japanese man. Almost all the people present were Japanese, and the Japanese that sounded like popping beans disgusted Wang Yao.When Honda Ju was socializing with others, Wang Yao hid aside to seek peace, but many people in the hall still noticed this stern-looking Chinese.

A middle-aged Japanese man with a big belly leaned over to Honda Ju: "Honda-kun, is that beautiful woman your new lover?"

Honda Ju glanced at him: "What is Nakajima-kun doing?"

Nakajima said: "Honda-kun has a good eye. This person is more beautiful than that **** woman you used to. If you don't want him in the future, why don't you let him go!"

Honda Ju's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were like knives towards Nakajima: "Don't think of him!"

Nakajima got bored of himself, so he could only say, "Just a joke, Don't be so serious, Mr. Honda!" He didn't believe that Honda Ju didn't get tired of playing with the Chinese. Wang Yao will be thrown away in a few days, and it will not be too late to make a move at that time.

Wang Yao hid alone, not knowing that he was being talked about, and he didn't care.

Suddenly, a waiter approached Wang Yao and whispered, "Mr. Wang Yao, can I talk to you?"

This man's voice made Wang Yao's body stiff. He looked up and saw that the person in front of him was Torris wearing a waiter uniform: "Torris, you didn't go with Luther and the others?"

"You know who my real master is," Torres said.

"Ivan asked you to come?" Wang Yao asked.

Torres didn't answer, and said to himself: "Mr. Braginski will go to the United States by the boat the day after tomorrow. He wants to see you."

Wang Yao felt uncomfortable for a while. Unknowingly, Ivan occupied a very important part of his life, even irreplaceable. When this person finally left him, he felt as painful as if his body was crippled.

"Honda Ju won't let me go." Wang Yao said sadly.

"Would you like to see Mr. Braginski?" Torres asked.

Wang Yao nodded: "Of course."

"Then don't make any excuses," said Torres. "Besides, Mr. Alfred Jones will go to America on the same ship."

Wang Yao suddenly raised his head and stared at Torres, his voice raised unconsciously: "What? Al is leaving too?"

"Yes, both of them will leave, and at the same time, it's a coincidence." Torres sneered secretly.

"Did Al say anything?" Wang Yao asked eagerly.

"I don't know Mr. Jones well, and I think he won't ask me to bring a message," Torres said. "If you have anything to say, just talk to him face to face."

Wang Yao fell into conflict, his eyes mixed with panic, frustration and sadness.

"So, you still like Mr. Jones more!" Torres was half talking to himself and half telling Wang Yao.

Wang Yao answered inadvertently, thinking that he would never see Al again, never hear his voice again, never hold his warm hand again, Wang Yao felt his heart was stabbed deeply, and pretended to be solid Blood gurgles from the back of his chest.

"Yaojun, what happened?" Honda Ju's voice startled the thoughtful Wang Yao.

Wang Yao looked up, only to find that Torris had disappeared at some point, and the one standing in front of him was Honda Ju.

Wang Yao resisted the tears welling up in his eyes, and said as calmly as possible: "Mr. Honda, do you know that Al and Ivan will leave Shanghai by boat the day after tomorrow?"

Honda Ju immediately lowered his face and looked around warily: "Who told you?" He was so strict that someone approached Wang Yao.

Wang Yao asked: "Don't you want me to see them? Like when Ferry left."

Honda Ju said coldly: "Yaojun, you better know how to measure!"

Wang Yao bit his lips: "Let me see them off, Mr. Honda, anyway, I won't see them again." He suddenly grabbed Honda Ju's hand, his eyes became more urgent.

Honda Ju held Wang Yao's hand instead: "Do you know who you are? How dare you propose to me to meet another man?"

"I am...your person." Wang Yao spat out these words with difficulty, "I just ask you to let me send my friends away."

Honda Ju sneered: "It seems that they are very important to you, especially Mr. Jones-then I can't let you go, I will be jealous."

"They have nothing worthy of your envy," Wang Yao sighed softly, "You are the one who got me!"

Honda Ju looked at Wang Yao's sacrificial expression playfully, and he gently squeezed Wang Yao's chin: "Yaojun, I haven't got you yet, if you want to send your friends so much, you should use practical actions to let them go." I don't worry."

Wang Yao's eyelids closed tremblingly, a drop of uncontained tear was squeezed out of the corner of his eye, shining under the extravagant light.

Honda Ju couldn't resist the temptation, and said in a low voice full of passion, "You asked for this, Yaojun." He slowly pressed it on, and kissed his long-coveted lips.

Later, Honda Ju finally agreed with Wang Yao to send it off, provided that he would accompany him.On the day Al and the others set off, Honda Ju and Wang Yao came to the pier by car. The sun was dispelling the early morning fog, and it would be a sunny day suitable for sailing.

"Yao!" Ivan quickly spotted Wang Yao and walked towards him quickly.

This was the first time Wang Yao saw Ivan's well-dressed appearance. Ivan dressed up like this actually had a bit of aristocratic temperament. Wang Yao thought it was funny: "I can't even recognize you like this."

But Ivan couldn't laugh: "Yao, why didn't you tell me?" He had already seen Honda Ju with a bad expression behind Wang Yao.

Wang Yao smiled bitterly and said, "If I tell you, will you agree with me?"

"No." Ivan said decisively.

"So I can't tell you," Wang Yao said firmly, "because I have to."

"Why are you bothering, isn't there no other way to save your sister, do you have to exchange it with yourself?" Ivan's tone was a little more pity.

Wang Yao said: "It's not just for Wanwan, I choose to stay. After all, I'm a Chinese and this is my home."

Ivan's eyes were complicated, he sighed, pulled Wang Yao into his arms and hugged him vigorously, and said in Wang Yao's ear, "Take good care of yourself, I won't be by your side anymore."

"Well, I will." Wang Yao's eyes were a little moist, and he took a deep look at Ivan, hoping to keep this person in his heart.

"Yao, you're here!" Another familiar voice said.

Wang Yao and Iwan turned their heads at the same time and saw Al running towards them with a small suitcase.

"Oh! Late guy!" Ivan sneered sourly.

"Al!" Wang Yao almost ran two steps towards Al without thinking, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"Yao, you..." Al threw down the suitcase and held Wang Yao's shoulders tightly. Even if there were thousands of words, he couldn't say a single word at this time. He looked into Wang Yao's eyes, thinking too much To express, there is too much to know.

"Al!" Wang Yao suddenly couldn't hold back the saturated tears. He didn't want Al to see him cry, but he couldn't bear to bow his head. In the end, he just wanted to look at Al's face, even for a second longer. .

"Yao, am I too late?" Al's usually frank blue eyes became infinitely sad.

Wang Yao shook his head: "I don't want to hear this, do you have any other parting words?"

Al was silent, just looking at Wang Yao's tear-filled eyes for a long time.

"Then I can only give you a gift." Wang Yao stood on tiptoe, and suddenly put his arms around Al's neck, forcing Al to bend down slightly, and he whispered in Al's ear: "Al, I like you."

Al was shocked and grabbed Wang Yao's arms and pulled him away a little, then bowed his head and kissed him desperately.

Honda Ju had been standing in the distance at Wang Yao's request and did not come over. At this moment, his face turned green with anger, and he walked straight over.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ivan grabbed Al by the collar and pulled him off Wang Yao: "It's almost done!"

But Al suddenly put his arms around Wang Yao's waist and led him to the boat: "Come with me, Yao! There is still time!"

"Al! Let go!" Wang Yao exclaimed, he struggled a few times, but he couldn't free Al's arm at all. He still remembered that Al hugged him so tightly when they met for the first time, but it was not the same twice Pleasant experience.

A hand on Al's shoulder: "Let go, Jones."

Al looked at Ivan unwillingly, and shook off Ivan's hand.At this moment, the ship sounded its whistle.

Over there, Honda Ju had an angry expression on his face, and he was about to walk up to them. Wang Yao took advantage of Al's stunned time to break free: "Get on the boat, go!"

Al turned his head three times at a step, and Ivan didn't look back until he boarded the gangway: Wang Yao was still standing there, and the Honda Chrysanthemum behind him was very close like a ghost, for fear that Wang Yao would run away.

As the ship left the shore, the figures of Wang Yao and Honda Ju became smaller and smaller, and Ivan saw the madness of a victor on Honda Ju's face.

When the coast of China completely disappeared in the vast sea level, Al still stood by the side of the ship, staring at the invisible Shanghai for a long time.

Ivan came to Al's right hand: "I didn't expect that we would be on the same boat."

"I don't think I'm in the same boat as you." Al was annoyed with Ivan.

Ivan didn't care about his tone: "We should be friends."

"Is this necessary?" Al asked haughtily.

Ivan said: "We have memories of the same person, maybe we are the last two people who miss him, if we are not friends, who else can we share memories about him with?"

It was only then that Al realized that Ivan was not provocative. He subconsciously took out a photo from his pocket, which was the back view of Wang Yao he took on the beach at sunrise.

"You're right," Al said, "we should be friends."

On the pier, Wang Yao was still staring at the place where the boat disappeared, there seemed to be a small dot on the skyline that day, or maybe it was just his illusion.Around him, dockworkers are busy getting their day's rations, their unhealthy faces blocking his view from time to time.Wang Yao realized more deeply how much they lived like ants.

Turning around, Wang Yao's face returned to indifference, Honda Chrysanthemum had been standing behind him for an unknown amount of time.

Honda Ju stretched out his right hand to Wang Yao, and ordered forcefully, "Come here!"

Wang Yao obediently put his hand into Honda Ju's palm, and Honda Ju immediately held his hand tightly, as if holding a hard-won treasure.Honda Ju dragged Wang Yao back like this, refusing to let go all the way.

Where Honda Ju couldn't see, there was a hint of cunning and cruelty in Wang Yao's eyes.

The life of the Chinese is as cheap as an ant.It's just that this ant chose to bite back and trample on his feet.

(End of the article)